Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.